After changing into Jane’s clothes, I escaped through the back door, avoiding Roman and his intoxicating mint scent, and walked to The Night Raider’s Café for breakfast. A part of me had wanted to stay to have pancakes with Roman, sitting on his bed, sharing a plate, smiling at each other like the damn stupid wolves we were.
It terrified me because I had never felt so close to someone who blatantly disrespected me. It terrified me because I was losing control around him. It terrified me because I was falling for a man who would be difficult to let go and leave.
I opened the door, and the scent of baked bread hit me. I stood behind a woman in line and bounced up and down on my toes. Too many people knew about Roman and me. Derek. Rachel. Mr. Beck. Jane. If word continued to spread, I woul
